Jadder sits in his suit at the table as the clock nears midnight. He brushes his grey beard, making it more presentable, while his wife Phyllis makes two glasses of champagne. Phyllis pulls a chair out and sits across the table from Jadder. She drinks her champagne and sits the empty glass down. “You doin’ ok?” she asks. “Dreaming that everything will be ok. But Dr. says my mind will be empty like that glass this time next year,” he says with a somber look on his face. “I will still love you. Even when you can’t remember me.” She says.
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